Madelines are the one baked good I could do with my eyes closed. I have one madeline recipe I know by heart and all the madelines I’ve made are variations of this recipe adjusted for mood and tastebuds. Madelines were the one baked good I never messed up until today.

The batter was too wet. The cookies did not brown evenly. They tasted disappointingly heavy. Needless to say, my mind was elsewhere while I stood there measuring, mixing…I don’t daydream too often when baking…today must have been an ‘off’ day.

hypothetically….if you had your own bakery, would you still try sell the batch to your customers, or would you pull the inferior product aware that your addicted clientele would get convulsions and have to be administered methadone on the spot?

Hey Pinkiiish!lol, haha, that’s so funny! I just had dinner with them at my grandma’s last night! I can’t believe you recognized Victor from the back! Did you go to school with them?Hey Kat!Yeah, you definitely need to be mentally present with the madelines, lol! I wish I turn back time and do a ‘redo’, lol! :)Hey Ron!Sigh. I don’t think I want to deal with lawsuits…they must be pulled! :)

kathy, I’m not sure that my comment came out in the humorous way that I meant it. But your madelines should be characterized the way Conseco spoke of himself, “my strikeouts are more exciting than other baseball players’ homeruns.”